09/03/2025
That evening the restaurant was full of guests: laughter, toasts, the clinking of glasses. Everything looked festive and solemn… until the doors swung open and I walked into the hall in a terry bathrobe and house slippers with pink pom-poms.
The waiter, seeing me, was at first bewildered: was it a prank, or had some crazy woman decided to sneak into the banquet? But I calmly said:
— A table under the name John Anderson, please. We’re celebrating our anniversary — fifteen years.
They led me through the whole hall, and I could feel every gaze piercing my back. The slippers slapped against the parquet, the robe swayed slightly, and the pink pom-poms bounced with every step.
My mother-in-law looked at me in total shock:
— What is this?! — she asked indignantly.
— Exactly as you said — I answered with a smile.
— But that’s not at all what I meant!
My husband sat stunned, glancing from me to his mother, clearly not understanding what was happening. I approached him, hugged him, congratulated him, and said:
— Today everything is for you, my love.
My mother-in-law, in shock, sank into her chair, pressing her head into her hands. From the outside it was clear: one thought circled in her mind — “Was it really me who caused this?”
😵 And now I’ll tell you everything, and you tell me whether I did the right thing or not — was it worth going this far and staging such a scene on my husband’s birthday just to teach my mother-in-law a lesson...Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments 👇
